#angry johnny is peak johnny

[gogotti]

Simon “Ghost” Riley/Fem! Reader NSFW

Thinking thoughts…..thinking so many thoughts. This is very self indulgent btw 😚 (that’s why it’s she/her instead of “you”). This also isn’t my typical style I just wrote this out so fast cause I NEEDED this to live in more than just my head lmfao

Warnings: ghost being kinda weird, obsessed!Ghost, breeding mentions, reader gets head, massage with evil intentions lmfao, this man is way to happy to have a wife

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Ghost who’s just a bit too obsessed with the new seargent on the team, who constantly makes sure he’s the one who delivers her paperwork so he can point out the silly little decorations in her office, just so he can learn the name of her desk pets or hear the story behind the figurines and funkos strewn about. He makes sure to get her favorite coffee order once he learns what it is (he definitely didn’t snoop around in her morning trash after kindly offering to take it out), and always makes sure to get some snacks along with it.

He stands a bit too close to her and makes her look up at him over the rims of her glasses- she looks so pretty batting her lashes up at him (she’s literally just blinking). It gets to the point that he leans over her desk while she’s typing away, so focused on her work but making sure to look at him every once in a while as he rants about god knows what. Speaking of, shes so much shorter than him so he gets away with staring at her lips as she rants about some pissy lieutenant on base or the recruits she has to train. He makes sure he doesn’t get caught lecturing them or yelling their ears off in her honor.

He absolutely starts picking up some of her slang and using it mid sentence just to see her face twist in confusion when he uses it wrong or amusement because he uses it at all. Absolutely pretends to not hear her say something just so he can hear the frustration in her pretty voice as she repeats it for the 3rd time (he’s ears aren’t what they used to be, love, that’s all). Loves aggravating her, misplacing things in her office, eating the last of her snacks, all so he can hear how angry she gets when she notices or how whiny she gets when she sees the wrapper in the trash. (Dammit Johnny, how could you do that to her?)

It all begins to overflow when they’re assigned an undercover mission together, newlyweds in a nice gated neighborhood. Unfortunately for them the security feeds in the house are all monitored by the very people they’re trying to expose, so not only do they have to be all lovey dovey in public but also behind closed doors. He takes the news so much better than she (or Laswell for that matter) thought he would and he makes it very very apparent on the drive there that he’s going to make her feel oh so special. He doesn’t hesitate to book hair and lash appointments, he wouldn’t dare forget her nails either (especially not her toes, he’s definitely making sure he has something pretty to suck on).

He knows his restraint is gonna be tested when she greets him at the front door after work, the house smelling like a good home cooked meal, and a pretty apron still tied around her waist. It takes everything in him to not bend her over the countertop and take her when she starts making his plate, all he can do is slowly untie her apron and place it to the side, thanking all the higher powers for his patience.

He can’t stop himself when he comes home late one night, exhausted from hard labor and finding her laid out so nicely on their bed, one of his shirts covering her slightly, just enough for her pretty panties to peak out from underneath. He just plops himself down on her legs and feigns giving her a massage, ignoring her protests that she should be giving him the massage. He lies through his teeth about knowing all the chores she did, and being so proud and thankful and oop…

Well of course he’s gonna be hard when she’s making all those pretty noises as he gets that nasty knot out of her lower back, and he’s also so pent up because he’s been so stressed lately from work and today was extra hard because of this, that, and the third. It doesn’t take long for him to start humping her like a fucking animal, grunting and growling as his stiff cock soaks his work pants with precum. God, her ass is so soft and he could only let the mental image of the recoil fuel his desire further; now hooking an arm under her plump waist and pulling her into him harder than necessary but how else would he give her a sneak peak of what he’s gonna give her later. He knew his cum was leaking through and soaking her panties and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, the only thing crossing his mind was the thought of the little wet spot she’d have herself.

Well, he’d definitely think about making it worse as he ate her out through her panties, listening to his pretty little pup’s whines as she begged him to take them off, to play with his puppy the right way. He couldn’t tell her no, god he’d be so good at following orders, ripping off her underwear so quick and going to town on her pretty cunt. He would make the most obscene noises, all the slurping and sucking, his heavy pants as his tounge greedily lapped at her pussy (you’d think he was the pup with the whines he’d let out when she shoved his head closer).

He’d make her cum three, four times with his tounge, all while pathetically humping the bed. He’d bury himself in her cunt, finally letting her close her thick thighs around his head and suffocate him while he came hard. He isn’t finished of course, now he needs to bury his fat cock in her, make sure he doesn’t waste his next load becuase he needs to breed his pretty wife. So what, if this was a 4 month mission, she signed the papers, fake names or not, she was his pretty little housewife. He wouldn’t stop if she was tired, hell he was fucking exhausted already but none of that mattered, she needed to be satisfied, filled to the brim with cum because he can’t believe he made his wife wait this long for a good ol’ fashioned fucking. He should have fucked her stupid the day he brought her home, all wrapped up in that pretty wedding dress that hugged every single last one of her curves in a way that made him fist his cock that night in the shower.

He’d repay his debts, make sure her cunt was filled as she fell asleep next to him. Then he’d kiss her puffy pussy in the morning, whispering meaningless apologies because he was NOT sorry; he’d make her breakfast in bed and make sure to bring a painkiller on the way back to their room, he could only imagine how sore her thighs were too.

[tojisun]

I’m in such a soap mood rn and that hockey!soap ask just near ruined meeeee!! What if he is dating a more alternative girl and he goes out of his way to find his tooth on the ice, making sure his team know that it’s not weird and he is not being over dramatic cuz its actually a very big deal. The next time his team sees her is at their engagement party and when they ask to see the ring she shows off a real pretty gold band with a pointy tooth replacing a stone.

this is so fucking peak im shaking like an old dog

part of this rambling teehee; f!reader // sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au mlist)

“wan’ ma’ fuh-kuh’ tooh’,” johnny grumbles, throbbing mouth muffled by the towel he’s using to stop the bleeding, before turning to kyle who blinks at him.

the game hasn’t resumed yet which is honestly a drag at this point, johnny thinks, because there’s only nine seconds left and sure miracles can happen within that time—some teams seem to have abundance of those—but does johnny even care anymore? no.

he’s angry and tired and in pain, and all they gave him was a white ass face towel and pinched smiles, before handing his team a four-minute penalty too. what the hell?

he would’ve complained if it wasn’t for the burning feeling in his face, thrumming from the base of his jaw to the tender press inside his cheek where the tooth was ripped out of his gums. he’s glad he was able to throw a punch in retaliation, that and the fundamental silver lining—

his loose tooth is out there.

johnny needs it.

“you… want your tooth?” kyle asks, looking at him like he’s the oddest creature in the rink. “why—”

the face-off begins, kyle and johnny turn, watching the puck fall, lumbers smacking against each other in the final grapple and skates slashing the ice, taking speed and taking force only—

the horn blows, marking the end of the game.

“fuh’ yeah!” johnny screams, banging on the glass protector, before he curls in the open arms of his teammates, laughing, bloodied gum forgotten.

they’re kicked out of the penalty box, finally—“it’s been twenty seconds, ‘tavish.”—and johnny gargles something unintelligible to price who skated towards them for a celebratory hug because there’s something johnny needs and he needs it now before the ice girls come in to swipe the rink.

he whirls past teammates trying to pull him in, waving his glove in lieu of a response because he can’t dignify them a proper one, not with the way his eyes are trained on the ice like this is his first time skating again, hesitant and eyes all-seeing.

he skates at the scene of tragedy, nose scrunching at the faint blood but otherwise empty patch of ice. god. where the hell did that go?

johnny almost gives up, almost decides to just knock out another tooth, probably the molar this time, when his eyes finally snag something that looks like it doesn’t belong on the ice. it’s tucked there in the corner of the rink, unassuming and still pink with blood.

“oh, y’r tooth,” simon grunts beside him.

“ye’,” is what johnny manages. “‘m taki’ it home.”

“…sure, whatever,” his friend says like he hasn’t done anything weirder. remember montreal 2019? yeah.

johnny skates towards the little thing, plucking it off the ice and holding it tight within his palm. he turns, blinking in surprise at seeing both kyle and john there beside simon now. the other guys are still parading, celebrating their victory with the audience, so johnny doesn’t know why his closest circle are here.

“what.”

“y’know you don’t need that for the implant, right?” john asks slowly like johnny’s some spooked thing.

“uh-huh,” is all johnny says, not understanding what price is insinuating now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, and the sharp stinging pain in his gums thrums harder from within. “leh’ go. wan’ medi-hin.”

kyle huffs, shaking his head fondly, before leading the pack out of the ice after a last lap for the audience. johnny keeps up with them, bright in his own happiness, pain be damned, because their fans deserve to see the fruits of their unwavering support.

besides, he knows someone’s out there, cheering for him louder than anyone else is.

.

“ah, there it is!” johnny cheers as he rummages through his locker, grinning when he meets the curious eyes of his teammates to show off his prized possession.

“your tooth?” enzo asks, face scrunched in his slight disgust. “don’t you wanna, you know, chuck it out?”

kyle murmurs something to reyes, something distinctly like, “just leave him be, mate,” but johnny bulldozes through, excited, and replies, “hmm? nae. i’m givin’ it to my girl.”

johnny doesn’t even notice the sudden silence in the room until the awkward petering laughter of gus.

“he smashed his head harder than we thought, no? probably needs more than a dentist.”

johnny rolls his eyes with a huff and flips him off, but he stops when he noticed the genuine concern in kyle’s face, the poor lad looking at him like he truly believes gus’ words and that he’s a second away from dialling for the standby medical team for johnny.

“what,” he bites out, shoulders hunching because why are they looking at him like that?

“it’s your loose tooth, johnny,” kyle answers, bug-eyed like there’s something obvious that johnny isn’t getting.

“i know.” it’s johnny’s turn to be confused. “‘s why i’m giving it to ‘er.”

“oh for fuck’s sakes— johnny, fill us in: why are you giving your girl your tooth?” price finally pipes in, looking more tired than he was on ice.

oh! johnny thought, his mind finally catching up to the situation. he breaks out into a smile, giddiness going rampant in his chest again, his stomach swooping at the thought of it—

“i’m proposin’ to her.”

a beat.

“that answers fuck all!”

he doesn’t even know who screamed that anymore, jumping in his own surprise at their explosive reaction, before yelping when a leg pad—probably price’s—was flung over his way with sharp accuracy.

“riley!”

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you and johnny invited the boys and their plus-ones to celebrate the engagement, keeping most of it as private as one could after johnny posted a picture of you crying in his account, with the caption, “she said yes!”

(“couldn’t you have posted that selfie of us with the ring instead, baby?”

“shit, m’bad, bon. s’just that ye were too cute cryin’, almost had me panicking when you wouldn’t stop heaving.”

“…right. okay. can i post a different picture then?”

“of course, bonnie.”)

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the party was vibrant, formalities thrown away at the promise that not a single photo would be posted without anyone’s permission. any news sites were explicitly banned, guests screened because you and johnny had wanted to, at least, keep one celebration for the engagement closed off to the world.

you’re chatting with simon’s girlfriend, who is so shy and sweet, bug-eyed because she said she’s only ever seen you from her phone when she watches your games, when johnny returns with his mates and instantly slots himself beside you.

simon nods at you in greeting, while john and kyle repeat their congratulations, beaming at your quiet chuckles while johnny preens at them, so boyishly charming and endearing.

you can’t help but brush a kiss on his jaw, faint as to not transfer your gloss to his skin. johnny tips his head down and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon for him.

“since y’r engaged, i just gotta say,” kyle begins after sipping from his flute. “did you know ol’ johnny wanted to propose to you with the tooth he lost last season?”

johnny snorts and you two share a fond look, even as you quirk your brows up because you are so sure he told them, at least.

“lord,” john whispers, catching on.

“oh,” kyle adds, humour leaving his face, and is replaced with incredulity. you would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact his eyes are now trained on your hand as if to gauge how it looks.

simon grunts before you can show it off to them, and when you all turn to him, he just shrugs, avoidant, until his partner pokes his side with a confused tilt of her brows.

“i mean,” he begins, almost petulantly. “it’s johnny.”

he sniffs like that explains anything, and, given than you’re the person marrying johnny, it really does. you can’t help the giggles now, and you turn, smothering them on johnny’s shoulder who is busy cussing out his friend in murmurs.

“may i?” john asks, apparently tired of dancing around the topic.

“or course!” you reply, smiling, and put your arm out to show to them the pretty ring that your boy has given you with a warm promise of an eternity shared with him. if you’ll let him.

(there were so many more you wanted to tell johnny, so many more you wanted him to hear, but they all fell short. they all felt incomplete. but right there, in that moment, you knew what it was that you had to say. what it was that would let this bring his promise to life.

“yes,” you gasped out, choking on your own tears. “a hundred times yes, johnny!”

you two were trembling as he slid the ring on your finger, hearts throbbing with all the love reserved for each other.)

they crowd around your arm, leaning, their eyes bulging at seeing johnny’s tooth nestled there, in between the gold and the little diamonds surrounding it, and—

“i saw that fall off his mouth, oh my god.”

you laugh at kyle’s words, your heart so full and so fond because everything is just so beautiful.

johnny nuzzles his nose on your cheek, ignoring his lads in favour of kissing you.

[hearts4golbach]

Busy. (Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.)

warning: smut

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"jake?" I called from the living room. he was in the kitchen making food. "can we go out tonight? we haven't been on a date in like 2 months. I miss you."

"uh, I can't tonight, babe." he explained, "me and johnnie are working."

"yeah, that's all you've been fucking doing." I mutter under my breath.

"what?" Jake says a little louder.

"nothing." I said with an annoyed tone.

he walks into the room and wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek. "tell me what's bothering you."

I pushed his arms off and stood up. "you don't have time for me anymore and it's honestly annoying as fuck." I knew I should be considerate because he's working, but I also had a right to be mad.

i walked away before he could answer, shutting the bathroom door to take a shower.

10 minutes later, jake knocked on the door. "I'm going to head out, can I come in?"

"okay." I mumbled.

he walked in and I peaked out of the curtain. "yeah?"

he placed a kiss on my lips. "I'll be home later."

I frowned. "I'm sure you will."

he texted johnnie, saying he was on his way before exiting the bathroom.

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I sat on the couch for 3 hours watching 'Sonic Underground' because that show is fire as fuck and always made me feel better.

my limbs were spread out all over the couch as I drank diet coke. I was giggling at the show whenever I heard the front door open.

"honey, I'm home!" Jake called jokingly. he was more chipper than he was earlier.

"I'm in the living room." I answered, not bothering to match his energy.

he walked in, carrying food in one hand and flowers in the other.

"oh, cute. did johnnie get you flowers?" I teased.

he rolled his eyes and handed them to me. "they're for you."

"thank you, baby." I gave him a sad smile.

"whatcha watching?"

"sonic." he handed me one box. it was my favorite take out. "awe, jake."

"this is our late little date. I promise, I'll take you out soon." he smiled and began to dig into his own food.

I was still quite angry at him, though. he sensed that.

"if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I will." he offered.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "I don't think I should say the first thing that came to mind."

jake smirked before pulling me in for a kiss. I think he got the hint. he kissed me deeply, moving his hands up to cup my face.

"I'm sorry I've been such a dick lately, I've been so caught up with work and johnnie."

"it's okay, you can make it up to me now."

he pulled me into his lap. "I intend to." he groaned softly as I grinded my hips against him.

"I want you, jake." I pleaded, holding back a moan from the friction.

"then take me."

I began to take off his shirt and pants, planning to fuck him right here on the couch.

he took of my clothes as well, tossing them somewhere in the living room. we were both left in our underwear.

"you're already so hard." I whispered in his ear.

"you have that effect on me." he began to kiss my neck, trailing down to my covered chest. his hands snaked around my back, unclipping my bra.

he cupped my tit with one hand while the other was on my hip, grinding me down onto him. "fuck, jake." I moaned softly.

"you're so perfect." he said, smashing his lips onto mine.

he quickly pulled off my underwear, leaving me naked on top of him. I palmed his length through his boxers, feeling his cock twitch under my touch.

"fuck-" he whimpered, pulling down his boxers. his dick sprang up. "are you okay with this?" Jake breathed out, his eyes trailing up my body.

I nodded eagerly. he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at my entrance. I slowly took his length, making him let out a needy moan.

"shh." I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "these walls are thin, the neighbors will hear."

"I don't care." he pants, beginning to thrust in and out at a slow pace. he looked at me with desire and need in his eyes. "you feel so fucking good."

"you're so good, jake." I placed my hands on his chest. I wasn't a very verbal person while we fucked, but I wanted to change that.

"oh, fuck." Jake gasped, throwing his head back as I picked up the pace.

he looked back at me, watching as I bounced on his hard length. "oh my-" I moaned. "faster, jake."

without hesitation, he sped up the pace. his hips met mine with a primal rhythm. the sound of it filled the room. he groaned into my neck, going at it harder.

"just like that." I breathed, placing my hands on his shoulders for more stability.

"you're so fucking tight." he grunted, digging his fingers into my hips as he pushed deeper. "I'm so close."

he continuously hit my g spot, making me lose control. I moaned incoherent swears as his cock throbbed inside of me. "you're driving me crazy." I managed to utter.

"I know." he said with a smirk. he gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he began to leave dark hickeys on my neck.

"shit," I breathed. "I'm close."

"cum with me, babe." he grabbed my ass.

my body tensed with his final thrust, pushing deep inside as he shot his seed. he cried out in pleasure, kissing me lazily.

"how could I ever be mad at you." i say, trying to catch my breath.

[cottagecheese1]

unhinged worlds 4

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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Another day, that's what you always seem to think when you wake up and the sun burns through your eyelids, when the seemingly 8 hours of sleep comes to an end, but this morning just seemed worse than the other ones. Mostly because you knew and dreaded what was coming as Andy grumbled, and pulled you tighter to his bare chest as he tried to hide away from the sun peaking through the blinds.

As you laid there stiff, scared, and a bit shocked at the previous night activities circulated through your head, but one seemed to never stop nagging you. You close your eyes and furrow your eyebrows thoughtlessly, as you recall the conversation the night before that Andy had brought up, and had desperately scared you when he mentioned a man named Lloyd. Who was this man? Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man coming in with the intentions of the men who were supposed to love, and protect you when your mother went away.

Andy grumbles and tosses around some more and you tense up and mentally curse yourself, secretly hoping for some more time with your thoughts, as you sigh in defeat and hear stomping and kitchen drawers being pulled open roughly. Andy groans and you feel him lean over the top of your head and pepper kisses all over the side of your face with a hum, while he strokes your sweater covered arm with a smug smile.

“Morning' honey..how did you sleep babygirl?” Andy says with a deep rumble as he strokes a stray piece of hair away from your face when you refuse to look at him.

You pause for a moment and your real response races through your head, scared, worried, afraid. Knowing that's not an answer he’d accept you sigh, “Fine.”

He looks at you with a little irritation when you cut him a short answer, and he sighs with annoyance, “Honey..I know you're angry, but you better knock the attitude off before I do..”

Andy grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look at him and his expression softens, “Daddy loves you sweetheart, but the last thing I wanna do is punish you first thing in the morning. Especially when we have a guest coming over today”, he smiles softly and loosens the grip on your cheeks slightly.

You nod slowly, and you notice how quickly his temper rises and falls within all of 40 seconds. You force yourself to give a small smile and sit up slowly. Not wanting to provoke the larger man in some way, your mouth feels dry and croaky as you open your mouth to suggest something, “we should..”, but the words get caught in your throat and you manage to force them out anyway, “we should get some breakfast..”

Andy chuckles and leans in closer, inches away from your face and pushes you back down flat to the mattress, “ah, give me a kiss first and we can go eat..” he smiles smugly and brushes your hair back.

Chills seem to run up your spine and you swallow nervously, while managing to keep your small smile, you lean up slowly to press a small kiss to his lips. Before you can pull back Andy grabs the back of your head gently with a bit of roughness, as he deepens the kiss and manages to slide his tongue in while he hums in contentment. Your eyes widen and attempt to push him away as you plant your hands on either side of his broad shoulders, and after a moment of him enduring your struggle, Andy finally pulls away with a chuckle while leaning over you.

“Just having some fun honey..no need to act like that”, Andy winks with a smile and lets you sit up. He gets out of bed, watching him throw on a plain white T-shirt with some gray sweatpants, and you both hear a knock on the door.

“Hey! Can you two hurry up already..Lloyds been bitching about wanting to see her already”, You furrow your eyebrows and what you can make out to be Johnny on the other side of the door, and then you realize that the man you’ve been scared to meet is on the other side of the room.

You glance over to Andy and he rolls his eyes while he lets out a huff, “tell him to hold on..! And that he’s in my house” he yells loud enough to where Johnny can hear, and Andy glances over at you while walking over to your side of the bed, then kneeling down to grip your hands in his larger ones as he stares into your worried expression, “I know your scared honey, and trust me. I was gonna talk to you about this, but he came earlier than expected, so all you need to do is be a good girl..can you do that for Daddy?” he says softly and for a moment you feel safe.

You nod your head and get up out of bed, in only Andy’s sweater and panties. Before you look at the door nervously and you glance behind you to see Andy's hands on your shoulders softly as he smiles down at you, “um..can I get some shorts.? Or pants would be ok to..” You say nervously.

Andy hums softly and nods, before looking down at your bare legs and panty clad ass in front of him, “of course honey..I don’t want anyone else seeing that pretty ass first thing in the morning either..” he winks before pulling out a pair of shorts that he seemed to take from your room, and you sigh in relief as he hands them to you.

Taking the shorts eagerly, you slide them on quickly as Andy watches you hungrily. A twitch to his cock makes him groan a bit when you bend over, his disappointment shows when you stand back up, turning back around to look at him and he gives a hum in contentment while motioning you out the door, which leads straight into the kitchen.

You turn the door handle and push the door open in unwanted anticipation. You feel Andy push you further out the door like you were a scared puppy, and he leans down to whisper slowly into your ear, “Remember to be a good girl..” a shiver runs through your spine and you nod.

“Morning sweetheart, you got a special someone who wants to see you..” Colin teases you playfully before Johnny elbows him in the side, before smiling at you with a bit of a mischievous glint to his eyes.

You try to ignore the two men standing in the kitchen before you see a taller man walk from behind the two boys, and you feel Andy's grip tighten on your hips as the man walks closer. He smiles down at you and pulls you roughly away from Andy with a laugh, “There's my pumpkin.! Oh look at you, such a cutie..gotta nice ass too”, the man known as Lloyd pulls you into his chest and gropes your ass playfully.

The mustached man leads you into the living room, and you can faintly hear Andy groan in the back while the laughter of Johnny and Colin stop. Lloyd sits down on the couch and pulls you roughly onto his lap, “Oh come to daddy pumpkin.. I just couldn’t wait to see you sugar, I know you're tired of these fucker-”, Lloyd gets cut off by hands grunt.

“I’m daddy, you moron..why didn’t you tell me you were coming this early?” Andy says with irritation, and Lloyd just shoots Andy an amused grin while pulling you closer into him and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, which confuses you.

“Then I can be daddy when you're not around dickhead..like I said I was saying, I just couldn’t wait to see my pumpkin so I wanted to get here as early as possible..how about you sugar? You wanna ride in daddy's private jet? I think you do..” Lloyd coos at you as he grabs your cheeks teasingly, before Johnny scoffs behind him.

“She’s not going anywhere with you..let alone back to wherever you came from” Johnny states with a little humor in his voice, and you shuffle awkwardly on his lap. They aren’t actually gonna let his weirdo take you home with him right?

Andy immediately pipes into the conversation and waves his hand in a dismissing motion, “no, no, no..your not taking her anywhere with you, let alone on a plane or since I’m already pissed off at you” he says sternly while crossing his arms, and you just decide to stay put and listen.

“Oh stop being a little bitch, I’ll show her a good time..she behaves so well anyway” He scoffs for a minute before turning back to you with a teasing smile as you sit uncomfortably in his lap and look the other way.

Your actions seem to make a rise out of him and he grabs you face to make you look at him, and his hand wonders under your shirt until he pinches your nipples, and you jolt a bit and whine which seems to make everyone chuckle except for Andy, “Such a good girl..quiet as a mouse to aren’t you pumpkin? You haven’t even said a word to me yet”, he smiles and caresses your cheek softly, and you whine when he pinches your peaked nipples much rougher this time.

Colin seems to laugh at that and join in, “She's shy..barely even said more than a few sentences to us, not to mention how pretty she was whining. Desperate to cum when her pussy was getting some special kisses isn't that right baby?” Colin teases you relentlessly as his mocking tone makes you put your head down in embarrassment.

Lloyd Laughs at your shyness, and everyone seems to laugh along, including Andy. Lloyd tilts your chin up to look at him and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, before he slides his hand down your flimsy shorts and you whimper, looking at Andy for some kind of help but he just groans in amusement and adjusts the bulge in his sweatpants. As does everyone else and you can’t help but feel like you're being used. Mocked.

“Is that right pumpkin? Well you're shy now but you won’t be once I give you some special attention..daddy will make sure to spoil his princess” Lloyd teases and rubs your damp pussy through your cotton panties and you let out a soft moan and lean back against him.

“That's right baby girl..nothing wrong with a little attention, you like it don’t you?” Lloyd whispers lowly into your ear as you feel his thick fingers slide past your panties and you squeeze your thighs together in unwanted pleasure, as the others behind you groan in pleasure and you feel your climax coming closer than ever.

You grid against Lloyds fingers needily and let out shameless soft moans as he rubs quick small circles on your clit while he smiles at your neediness. “Thats it pumpkin..I know your close, go ahead and cum” he says deeply and you feel the coil in your lower stomach unravel and you let out a moan and slump back against Lloyd, as he takes his fingers covered in your juices and sucks them clean while the others smile and look down at you with lust and desire as your eyes are half lidded in pleasure, Andy chuckles.

“That was real sweet baby, but way more where that came from...”, Andy says darkly while Lloyd lays your back on the couch, and suddenly your back where you started out.

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[songspirits]

rating fanon portrayals of the outsiders boys

note: my guesses on the canon personalities probably arent even true lol this is my opinion

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ponyboy curtis

5/10

sometimes the portrayals are really good!! but i hate that often, people portray him either as a moody brat or a weak baby. he is canonically a good fighter, especially after the fire, though he doesn’t like to. hes a loner, hes a reader, hes a pacifist, hes a good kid.

you have to remember that the outsiders is literally written in HIS POINT OF VIEW!!! ofc yes he’s a sassy and snarky teenager but he is also so intelligent and smart. hes a loner, but the gang would never shun his company. he has so much depth that a lot of writers often forget. hes a 14 year old kid with thoughts of a adult and can only do so much. thats what makes the outsiders so relatable to alot of people. its his intelligence that makes him and darry argue, because of how darry sees himself in ponyboy

but also on the other side of the coin ponyboy is a fragile character after the events of the book, because he is 14!!! but he has thoughts!!

i feel like people forget his good traits and only focus on the bad (and oh my goodness does this count for darry too!)

sorry for my rambles i just love his character so much :-(

darry curtis

7/10

besides fanfiction.net and like 30% of the fics on ao3 hes actually a solid portrayal most of the time, but tons of people forget that his relationship with ponyboy wasnt actually that batshit awful. sure theyd butt heads alot and go back and forth but they love each other thats why they did that. hes so much more than just an angry man who happens to be ponyboys brother.

hes a man who peaked in high school (IM KIDDING) and lost it all not because of his brothers but because of his parents. there was probably some strong resentment there for a while until they died. darrys problem or flaw is that he cares too much and his fear turns to anger. its love for sodapop and ponyboy that brings him back when he realizes his anger is doing more bad than good for his little brothers. It’s opening up and allowing his brothers in that helps his character.

that being said, people often focus more on his bad traits than his good traits. its a running theme in the outsiders fandom, i’ve noticed

sodapop curtis

7.5/10

highest rating i have on this list!! fanfiction.net outsider fics ive gotta say i actually just cant handle it so thats why it isnt a full 8 and ao3 is a 50/50

people put that hes soft but also forget that hes wild. hes batshit CRAZY. hes just as protective as darry and just as snarky as ponyboy. hes soft!! hes rough!! sodapop curtis is a dynamic character!!!!

johnny

5/10

ehhhhhh, most johnny portrayals i’ve seen are either really good or really bad. kinda ponyboy’s problem, being seen as weak. hes just a dynamic character who is allowed to be weak but also has so many strong traits about him. he is a frightened wounded animal to most but to the gang hes something more than that. also, snarky and ‘over’ johnny portrayals are great.

dallas

4/10

most portrayals i’ve seen are pretty good but its the same problem ive seen in all the boys— they only focus on a few traits dallas has (aggressive, tough, hardened) and stick with that. forgetting the youth in dallas winston and making his character honestly… less tragic?

imo the tragedy of the outsiders is the youthfulness in all the boys and how shitty situations couldnt make them more vulnerable, so i would love more of a vulnerable dallas in fics around the gang. another thing, people forget how much ponyboy really does mean to dallas. johnny and ponyboy were both his brothers and he’d did so much for the both of them precisely bc of that

two-bit

5/10

again.💔people forget how DYNAMIC these characters are!!! two-bit knows when to get serious for the love of god!!

steve

1/10

what portrayal. ☹️ppl dont write him enough and if they do its like one line #justiceforsteve

in conclusion

the outsiders fandom often have such good portrayals but only for one part of their character. this isnt to shame anyone or anything!! but this is just a helpful criticism ?? for any writers out there portraying the boys!! trust me i had to think abt this too lmao

[ichangemyusertoomuch]

does anyone else cry at how much internalized homophobia Ianto has in Children of Earth?

I really would've loved them to focus on it more. they showed it enough to peak my interest, but they could have had more of Jack helping him past it.

on it's own, Ianto's sister's reaction to him liking Jack (and essentially coming out to her) made me cringe, because that's someone who was brought up in the same way as Ianto was (like how siblings have similar speech patterns or manners, because they were taught by the same parents). it immediately tells us that his family aren't exactly comfortable with gay people - though, luckily, she cares about Ianto enough to simply be utterly surprised and not suddenly dislike him. but Johnny (her husband) had the worst reaction immediately after Ianto and his sister talk (I'm not gonna repeat it) but I think it really showed how people in that area were really against the lgbtq+ community, or at least had awful and/or stereotypical opinions. (side note: when she was asking Ianto about he and Jack, he asked her if her daughter should really be hearing this. very heavily implying how wrong he feels he is)

but Ianto, someone brought up in this area, ends up with Jack, and the fact that they're both men hadn't been shown as an issue at any prior point. but suddenly in Children of Earth they present it.

for example, Clem states that Ianto is "queer, I can smell it" (whatever the hell that smells like) (probably fruity) (😂 I'm sorry, sorry), but then Ianto turns around, angry and yells "Oi!".

in the time Torchwood was made I suppose the whole world was a bit more homophobic, but it was not once an issue before then. so you have to presume it's just them trying to flesh out his character (which it successfully does).

which brings me smoothly onto my conclusion. if they were to create this subplot of internalized homophobia, then they probably should have actually made it go somewhere and not just leave me crying on the floor.

👍✨ (tysm for reading this all, if you got this far 😂)

(I haven't listened to any Big Finish audios, though I'm planning on buying some, so if there's anything there that goes further into this: I wouldn't know 😕)

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Chapter 6 [IKYLHT]

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Brushing the last of the water droplets off your arm, you fling the remnants of your shower towards the sleeping giants you call your partners.

“Johnny, Simon.”

The men peak their eyes open, letting out a hum of acknowledgement.

“I’m done showering. Up up, let’s go.”

You move to slip on your boots, lacing up as Soap complains.

“C’mon, Bun. We’ve got plenty of time. Lay down for a bit.”

He reaches his arms out, making grabby hands and scooting towards the far edge of the bed.

Ghost pats the space in the middle, shifting over as best he can on the mattress. Their bodies dwarf the bed in comparison.

“We’re not gonna fit, Johnny.” You laugh out, hands measuring the gap between the men against the width of your hips. 

“C’mon now, we’re gonna be late. If we miss the flight, Price is sticking us on a commercial flight. You know he won’t pay for upgrades.”

He looks towards the small space, resting his arms over his stomach and giving a small shrug with his signature smile.

“It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“No John! I’m not letting you win this one. We really can’t be late, let’s go.”

Shrugging once more, he sighs out with a semi-smug tone.

“Can’t force ya’ to rest. We’ll take ten more minutes, then.” He rolls over, nuzzling into Simon. 

His statement takes you by surprise, but you don’t think much of it. He’s acting like a cocky little shit, as he tends to do (a blessing and a curse, really) so you give him the benefit of the doubt that he’d trying to persuade you into napping with them via the ‘calling chicken’ method.

For two soldiers, it was surprisingly effective. Not entirely sure how we still have all ten fingers.

Now normally you’d play along, let him win since it benefits the both of you anyways. But something was just off this morning. Maybe it was the lackluster sleep last night, maybe it was those feelings that carried over being a little more intense than you initially realized. Whatever it was, you didn’t feel like you could just let him win this one. For whatever reason your subconscious had rationalized, this was the hill you’d die on.

“Uhh, Johnny. It's breakfast. We always have breakfast together. Come on, don’t be lazy.” You force out a small laugh. 

He nuzzles a little further into Simon.

“It’s just breakfast, Bun.”

You try to hold the bitterness back as you quietly scoff.

It is just breakfast. 

“Okay. Yeah. Whatever. I’ll just go by myself.”

He hums.

Eyes landing on Simon, you watch his blank stare, both of you completely unmoving. 

You wait for his response- verbal, physical, anything- and huff when you’re met with nothing. 

Fine then.

Practically slamming the door as you stomp out of the room, you turn to walk towards the mess hall but stop no more than three feet into the hallway. 

Looking over your shoulder, you wait.

A few seconds go by.

A few more go by.

Then fifteen.

Then you check the time on your phone, owlishly blink as the number changes.

With a small nod, your eyes shut as you feel the irritation puddle into something akin to grief. 

It’s so much easier being angry, you realize, as you quietly make your way to the mess hall.

Maybe that’s what this is. This new way of being that had suddenly taken hold. 

You’d been angry before- at your parents and their cruelty, at your teachers and their negligence, at the military recruiters, at Barrow, at Graves, at Shepherd, at yourself. 

But this wasn’t anger anymore. This was something else entirely- something that smelled like Santiago’s cologne, something that tasted like his chapstick, something that looked like his empty casket.

It’s dramatic, and you realize that, but you can’t help but feel it.

Something was happening. Maybe it was Johnny’s close-call with Hassan, maybe it was your separation in Las Almas- whatever it was, you couldn’t help but feel cursed.

You’d sworn off having a partner, not to mention one in the military or even worse, on your team.

You’d already felt that pain once. Discovered what it was like to witness your spouse taken from you right before your eyes, all under your command. To watch your comrades, your friends carry his body for miles and miles as you tried to muffle your breakdown, only to leave all six of them in the desert.

I couldn’t carry them all.

Now you’re in the same situation, you’re losing him all over again and he’s not even dead. 

He’s a hall’s length away, napping with a man you so eagerly roped in, a man that was so quick to embrace the two of you in a way you so desperately needed.

He could give the two of you the lives you’d always wanted, he could give you all he has to give.

He could give Johnny everything, something you simultaneously love and absolutely despise him for.

He understands Johnny. Understands him in every way you do and every way you never will. 

You push around the food on your tray until it’s practically inedible, picturing the two men peacefully sleeping in your room as you force away the last realization your mind conjures up.

For the first time since Santiago’s death, you were sitting in the mess hall, alone.

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Staring at the blinking cursor, you rack your brain on what to reply. The small group chat was mostly empty, save for a few grocery requests, as the three of you almost always communicated in-person or over comms. 

Suds: where’d you go bunny? weren’t in the mess

05:16

Fantasma: 0700 flight. See you on the tarmac.

05:58

Sighing out, you switch from the chat you’d left unanswered for quite some time now, opening the group made specifically for 141-UK. 

Captain Price: CRAF, 0735. Tarmac by 0700. See you soon.

06:00

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: See ya soon Cap

06:07

Suds: rog :p

06:12

Simon was with Price, evidenced by the flight information being sent at nearly the same time. That meant he wasn’t with Johnny, which meant you wouldn’t have a way to bail yourself out of a conversation with Soap if you ran into him. 

You just weren’t ready- and if there’s one thing good ol’ military therapy ever taught you, it was that you didn’t always have to do things on other people’s timelines.

You type back a quick ‘Affirm’ and slide your phone back into your pocket, watching as the sun begins to splay its golden rays over the outdoor training grounds. 

It’s almost refreshing. Brings you back to simpler times. 

If Johnny was here you’d already be telling him some story from way back in basic, all the shit you’d endured throughout training alongside the small group of friends you’d made early on into Pendleton.

But he’s not here. 

Truthfully, you don’t know where he is. You hadn’t stuck around long enough to find out. You could’ve gone back. Could’ve said something, had him fix all your problems the way he always managed to do. Could’ve let him know how you felt.

But as always, just like Santiago would always tell you, you were self sabotaging. Pushing him away so he couldn’t do it first. Making it your choice. 

It’s not like you don’t know what’s happening. You’re aware of it, probably more now than ever before. 

You know, you just can’t stop. 

Pushing off the wall, you begin to make your way from your position near the far edge of base to the barracks, flinging the last of the orange peels in your hand to the birds. You hadn’t skipped breakfast entirely. You’re still a Marine, after all.

Flying CRAF was always shit- being sardined into cramped seats with a hundred other soldiers awaiting their next orders.

It provided one major upside today, though. 

A chance to work through your thoughts in peace. 

Well… relative peace. He still has to know he fucked up.

Walking back to your room, head held a little higher than before, you knock and unlock the door once more.

This time when you’re greeted with silence, it’s due to their lack of presence. Johnny’s duffle sits on the bed next to yours.

He’s either showering in his accomodation or grabbing a quick breakfast, so you take the opportunity you’ve been given.

Slinging both duffles over each shoulder, you make your way to the tarmac where Price and Gaz stand watching the other soldiers board.

“Captain, Gaz. Good morning.”

Lifting a shoulder and gesturing towards Johnny’s bag, you never cease walking as you continue your small talk, effectively forcing the two into following you onto the aircraft.

Gaz a tad more eager to jump into conversation than Price, he happily chats on with ease as you make your way down the aisle.

The seats are in 2-4-2 formation, and you make a point to set Johnny’s bag- fit with Union Jack and Saltire patches- in the window spot of the two seater in your desired row. 

Gesturing to the four seats on the other side of the aisle, you turn back to Gaz.

“Is here good?”

“Wherever’s fine by me. Cap?” He turns, asking the older man.

“Go ahead.” Price gestures towards the seats with a small shrug.

Gaz puts a foot forward but you slide in front of him before he gets the chance, moving down to the third seat and allowing Gaz, Price, the aisle, then Ghost to fill the space between you and Johnny.

That’ll do.

The seat to your right is empty, and you quietly pray to some higher power it remains that way.

Sliding your duffle under the seat, you turn to Gaz with a smile.

“That’s perfect. I prefer the middle section.”

It’s a half truth, one you don’t feel bad about telling.

You don’t let him get a word in, tapping the book in his hand with your newly regulation-approved painted nails. 

“Whatchya reading, Sarge?”

He flips over the book with a small shrug, scanning his eyes over the synopsis before handing it over with that boyish grin he so often sports. 

“Haven’t looked, to be honest. Mom mentioned she meant to pick up a copy. Figured I’d drop by home before heading back to base.”

“You visit her a lot?”

“Whenever I’ve got the chance, really.” 

You hear him before you see him, Johnny coming down the aisle clear as day in your peripherals. 

You smile back at Gaz, tilt your head a little closer to his.

“The missus isn’t too happy at that, then?”

A light blush dusting over his cheeks, he’s glancing at Johnny, then down at his lap- shaking his head with a bright smile and a small laugh- before letting his charm override his shyness.

“No misses to upset, ma’am.”

“Still just Rabbit, Gaz.”

Catching Johnny’s eye, you smile and give a single nod before angling your body slightly away from him and opening the book Gaz had handed you. 

Your eyes scan the words but they don’t process in your mind, too busy focusing on your peripherals again. 

You see Johnny turn his head, gaze falling on his duffle sitting on the far window chair. You see the way he looks back at you in confusion. Whether he connects the dots or not- it seemed as though he was more confused at what was happening than why- he begins putting his duffle in the overhead, turning to Ghost and gesturing for his. 

Braving a look at Simon, you rake your eyes over his form.

Damn, he looks good. 

He’s wearing a black medical face mask, probably showing you more of his face at one time than you’d ever seen before.

Johnny may have looked him dead in the eye in Las Almas, but you’d chosen to grant the man some semblance of privacy and look away. 

Mentally you piece together the top and bottom portions of his face- try your best to commit it to memory while reminding yourself you’re still mad at him.

Well, sorta. 

Johnny scoots into the window seat, almost clipping his head on the luggage compartment he’d just closed, if not for Simon’s hand padding the collision. 

He turns to you and smiles, you see it by the small squint of his eyes and the way his cheeks rise.

You let a smile grace your lips, a real one, spurred on by the simple fact that he’s so good at this. So good with Johnny, so good with you. 

He motions to the seat in front of him, offering it up, but you give a barely noticeable shake of your head and smile once more. 

I know I’m being unfair. You’re doing everything right. It’s not you I’m mad at, I promise. 

I’m sorry, Si. 

You watch the way his eyes travel between Gaz and Price, then back to you, before he nods his head and lowers into the seat.

That’ll be a serious talk later, you can tell by the blank look he quickly adopted, but at least you have eight hours to avoid that conversation.

A small sigh passing your lips, you shut the book and settle your eyes onto your knees. 

“Boy troubles?” He teases with a small smile, raising a brow knowingly. 

You lean forward to glance at Price- who sits legs spread, arms crossed with his boonie hat tilted and covering his face- and reply to Gaz quietly.

“No. No, we’re all good.”

His smile dips, turning a little more into a grimace.

“Yeah, I’m sure he thinks that. Doesn’t seem like you do, Rabbit.”

Your eyes snap back up to his, eyes squinting slightly. You can’t help but feel defensive for both yourself and Johnny, even if he is right.

He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping, I just mean-”

“No. No, it’s fine.” You glance up at his side profile and barely murmur out, “It’s just… Is it that obvious?”

His eyes shift from semi-playful to empathetic.

“I mean, listen. I hardly know you. But what I do know is you two are attached at the hip. I do know that I’ve never seen Johnny so smitten over anyone. Whatever’s happening now? Water under the bridge once we’re home. Yeah?”

“Yeah” You murmur, the cogs in the machine that is your brain pulling at top speed. “Can’t get anything past you, now, can I?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, that charming smile back once more. 

“Or Price. He just won’t mention it like I will.”

Your own smile returning, you bump your shoulder with his before scooting yourself down your seat and copying Price’s stature.

Gaz does the same, pulling his cap over his eyes and leaning his head back.

Glancing past him, you look towards your boys once more.

Ghost catches your eyes and tilts his head in question. Johnny’s already half passed out, leaning against his shoulder and slowly nodding off.

You smile at Simon, a real, genuine smile, before turning straight once more and closing your eyes.

Shifting your right leg, you quietly inch your boot closer to your duffle under the seat in front of you. 

Shoulders relaxing, you let out a deep breath, tapping your boot against the blue and white Saltire patch twice.

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Changes: a Poll-Fic

Ch. 4 Remove the Blindfold and Muzzle

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

(Cheeky link to Ch. 5->) Ch. 5

CW: Graphic Depictions of Gore, Body Horror, Bug Stuff

The only thing worse than being captured and restrained, was being muzzled like an animal. Dehumanized. "Ghost." He called, announcing to the other man that yes, he was here. His Johnny was here. Ghost, and only Ghost, could call him that.

Ghost sighed in relief, his chains jingled as his shoulders and body slumped. "Johnny."

The giggling had not stopped.

While normally Soap wouldn't be able to see his face due to the mask, he desperately wished he could see his facial features in that moment. The way his face would soften, the thin stubble that wouldn't grow over his scars, his crooked and jagged teeth peaking out when he smiled. "Gaz, be advised: I found Ghost." Soap had begun approaching the other man.

"He broken?" The only thing broken it seemed was Gaz's voice coming through comms. Reception was shite however many kilometers he was under the surface.

"He's still standing." Soap had reached his Lieutenant at last. Through the green haze of the NVG's he made out darker stains all over the man. He wasn't dumb, he knew dried blood when he saw it. It was caked in his hair, dripped out from the slits in the muzzle and underneath it, down his neck. His neck was a sight. "Creepin' bloody Jesus..." Soap brought a hand to the man's neck, where a flat metal band was so tight it was embedded in the skin. Soap couldn't tell what they were made of, but spikes of some kind jutted out of Ghost's neck above and below the collar- because what else could soap call it- and wrapped over it, digging into the flesh on the opposite end from which they protruded. The flesh was angry and warm even through his glove, and when he touched one of the spikes it felt like a hardened shell or coating of some kind, plastic or-

It moved. Several of the others moved in response, like a wave. It reminded Soap of the centipede. Way too fucking much like the centipede.

Ahahahahahahuhhhhh...hhhmmmmmmm...

The laughing had tapered into a pleased hum. Soap's stomach seized. His head throbbed. A part of him deep down screamed to back away. Whatever that was was unnatural. He withdrew his hand from Ghost's neck. The humming stopped.

"Johnny?" Ghost tilted his head. He sounded worried.

"Sorry, Sir. My heid's mince. Been worried about you, havenae slept much." He closed back in and pushed the blindfold out of the way. Crusted blood flaked and crunched, and made it difficult to tug off. He knew to expect the worst, but to see that Ghost had had both of his eyes removed nearly caused him to void his stomachs contents all over the both of them. Dried blood trailed down from both sockets, down behind the muzzle.

"Can't wait to get back to base, sleep in my own bloody bed." Ghost said calmly, as if he didn't have a horrifying career-ending disfigurement.

As Soap tried to force his tongue to form some sort of reply, a quip or snide remark, anything to lighten the mood or keep himself from barfing, he noticed the centipede climbing over Ghost's muzzle.

"Oh ye fecker-" Soap was about to swat the damn thing off of Ghost when he was interrupted.

"Took you long enough." Ghost huffed. The centipede reared back, holding on with only its posterior end, and regarded the man whom it was perched upon. It seemed to look from one socket to the other, debating perhaps? "Like what you see?" Ghost asked it, and the laughing picked up in full force, reverberating off the walls. The abomination seemed to come to a decision, as it nodded, and then continued its ascent up Ghost's face. It crawled up into his hair, then began crawling in reverse. It burrowed its way underneath Ghost's loose right eyelid, pincers first. Soap watched. It was all he could do to stop himself from retching as the centipede curled around inside the socket. Once it found where it evidently wanted to be, it buried itself into the walls of the cavity with a wet squelching. Rivulets of blood, macabre tears, fell from the corners of his eye as it settled. Then Ghost blinked. The eye flitted about the room, before landing on Soap. His cheek raised, his eye squinted. Ghost was smiling. The only indication of what he'd just witnessed was a single leg from the centipede that had been left protruding out from the far corner of the socket, nestled amongst Ghost's crows feet.

Only one thought found it's way to the forefront of Soap's mind. He shouldn't be able to see me. For a split second, with the giggling wrapping around him like a blanket made of wriggling centipedes, Soap felt inclined to turn his gun on the man he'd just come to save.

"Johnny?"

"Johnny?"

Soap shook himself. How dare he even entertain the thought of the man he so loved revered. Whatever they'd done to Simon, whatever he'd just witnessed, didn't matter. Rescuing Ghost was his one and only goal here. Whatever the bio weapon was, Soap was sure it was the cause of what he'd just witnessed.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, sir. Told you, not feeling great." He forced an apologetic smile, feeling that despite the darkness and the fabric covering his face, Ghost would see it.

"Let's get you out of here, Sergeant." As if you're not the one in chains. Soap's resolve returned to him, and he reached back behind Ghost's head to unbuckle the muzzle. As he fiddled with it, however, he heard footsteps. Many footsteps.

"Soap, hide." Ghost ordered. But where? Soap finally took in the room around them, something he should have done upon entering. Jars and canisters were set upon open frame metal shelves. Saws, pliers, scalpels, and many other tools sat on a tray next to Ghost. The rest of the room was bare. He kicked himself for opting to remove the blindfold instead of the chains, at least if Ghost were free he'd have had extra hands to help fight.

A glow grew and shrank, then grew some more in the hallway. Someone was approaching with a flickering light. A flame lamp, or a torch of some sort. Soap tried to focus on the footsteps, determine how many men were out there, but the echo made it impossible to know. His only option was to hide behind the door he'd broken down, and hope he could overtake them. He knew he didn't have the element of surprise, they would have seen the picked locks and known that someone was down here. The outlook was bleak, but when was it not, in the 141? The odds were never in his favor, no need for things to be different now.

Shh shh... hmmmheeheh... shhhhh.....

A man entered the room and immediately swung his gun around the crooked door, aiming it at Soap. Instead of reaching for his own Gun, Soap forced himself against the door. The abused hinges gave, and he slammed the guy between the door and the wall. It had the desired affect of disorienting the others. He could see three other men in the hallway. He couldn't have them shooting into the room, it risked injuring Ghost, so he dove towards the group in the hopes that they'd engage in hand to avoid the risk of accidental friendly fire.

He was correct. All his assailants dropped their guns and reached for various other weapons, two grabbed knives, one, a tazer, and the fourth, the poor bastard who'd been pancaked against the wall, opted for his fists. Soap pulled his own knife once more, and set about taking out the enemy before him. He wasn't some rookie, Soap was an expert combatant, and could hold his own against multiple enemies. He still had his NVG's down, however, and the light from the flame lamp was bright, fucking up his ability to see. Pancake guy got a quick jab to his throat, he'd bleed out quickly and painfully. Shouldn't have brought fists to a knife fight.

One of the knife wielding assailants clearly didn't know what he was doing, as he swung the knife in a wide arch towards Soap. Soap grabbed the man by his arm and sent him careening into the other knife holder.

Tazer guy took the chance and slammed the tazer into Soap's side. It wasn't perfect contact, but it was enough to momentarily stun him. The knife wielders closed back in, one bearing down as the other swept his feet out from under him. Soap went down, brought his hands up to defend himself, but the lamp was so bright, he couldn't see quite what was happening. He managed to deflect the man to the side, but didn't get his hand out of the way. For a moment he felt pressure on his pinky and ring finger on his right hand, just above the first knuckles, but then just as quickly he felt nothing at all. Nothing but warmth.

He threw the man off of himself, tossed his own knife into his left hand, and sank it into the man he'd just thrown. Three quick jabs to the throat. Overkill, just for good measure. And revenge.

Soap scrambled back up, tazer guy and knife guy were bearing down on him again, and he found that he was back in the room with Ghost. They attempted a pincer maneuver, coming at him from both sides, so Soap lunged towards the man with the tazer, taking the hit to his armor plated chest where he wouldn't feel it, and tried to get his blade in the man's neck as well. The man feinted back and tripped, falling towards Ghost. Ghost seemed all too happy to join in, restrained or not.

AHAHHAHA HHHAAAHAHAHAH!

The laughing was outright deafening, and Ghost had joined in as he rested all of his body weight on the chains restraining him. He brought his legs up and wrapped them around the fallen man, who'd dropped his tazer. "Hahahahaaaa!"

HAHAHAHH AAHHAH AHAH HAHA!

This gave Soap the opportunity to take on the remaining man with a knife, stabbing his own into the man's arm, dragging him forward and dispatching him much as he had the rest.

He stood, turned towards Ghost to dispatch the fourth, and watched the fight bleed out of the man as Ghost used his thighs to choke the man to death. He scrabbled against the thick muscles enveloping his throat in vain. As he slumped, and Ghost let him go, Soap knelt down and forced his knife through the man's quickly bruising skin for good measure. A manic thought flitted through his mind, I wouldn't mind to die like that, Simon. Luckily he managed to keep that thought internal.

Ahah... heh... hhmmmhhmhmhmmm heh...

Soap brought up his right hand, and saw he had in fact just lost two fingers. He glanced around but didn't see them. The stumps throbbed and blood spurted out from them.

(Cheeky link to Ch. 5->) Ch. 5

[whatitshouldvebeen]

After your most recent fic I couldn’t n help imagining, how would Johnny react if he did accidentally kill the reader? Like maybe one of his beatings just goes too far, do you think he would be regretful or would he really just not care? I love all of your work 💕

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Too Much Trouble part 2

Contains: death, extreme angst, don't read if you're sensitive 'cause I almost cried writing it

Johnny knew something was wrong the moment your body shuddered and went limp. 

Well, he knew something was wrong before that point. You were what was wrong. You and your annoying bullshit, the way you wouldn't leave him alone, the way you reached out and cupped his face and choked out you loved him as he strangled you. 

Why wouldn't you shut up? If you had just stopped following him around apologizing, begging for his forgiveness, asking what you could have done differently, this wouldn't have happened. 

His frustration peaked when you insisted he needed help, claiming his anger was an overreaction. You didn't get to decide the impact of your actions on him. If only you had focused more on his feelings than on justifying your mistakes, perhaps you'd have realized the need to stay silent.

But, no. You continued to express concern for him, wanting him to understand your perspective. As if he could comprehend the world through the lens of someone so foolish and lacking self-preservation. Being so fucking stupid as to claim he was the one with the problem as you were the source of every single issue in his life. 

In his mind, there was a snapshot of who you were supposed to be: docile, sweet, a homemaker, a mother, a comforter, an absolver. You always forgave him, you never gave up on him, and you never once even considered leaving him.

But when you strayed from that image; when you were stressed, when you were upset or angry, and especially when you dared to talk back, you weren't the person he idealized you as. You were pathetic, stupid, weak, and you disgusted him. 

So it felt natural when he beat you, strangled you, smashed you against the wall and threatened you. After all, you weren't behaving. You weren't conforming to his idealized version of you. You weren't the person he cared for, you were someone else entirely. And god, he hated it when you weren't the vision in his mind's eye.

But the moment that shudder coursed through your body, the hands that had been in the process of beating you stilled. The mouth that had been wishing your death silenced. The hate that had been coursing through his veins chilled. 

"Quit messin' around," he said, shoving your back as you lay face down on the ground in a pool of your own blood. You only jostled, then lay silent. 

Johnny shoved you again, then again, and you rolled over on your side. Your eyes were dull and lifeless, bloodshot and swollen from crying and being beaten. Your mouth hung open limply, blood trickling from your split lip.

Disbelief flooded him. You'd survived worse before, why did you give up this time? You told him you'd never leave him! You swore it on your life! Yet, you were gone. You'd lied. You did leave him. 

He didn't recognize the foreign feeling twisting in his stomach. Regret? Remorse? Wasn't this what he'd been wishing for every goddamn time you'd made him beat you back to your senses? 

He wiped his cheek. Your blood mixed with his tears, smearing across his face. 

"Baby?" He said, much softer. He rested a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your face was smashed almost beyond recognition. Your throat was purple and black. Even your tongue was swollen, holding your shattered mouth open. 

He sat on the floor, cradling your battered form. One hand stroked your hair, patches having been torn from your scalp when he flung you around the room. "Honey, this ain't funny. Quit pretendin'."

Johnny knew. He knew what he'd done. He finally freed himself of you. So why did it hurt? Why was his heart fracturing into a thousand glass shards, stabbing through his chest, more painful than any wound he'd ever sustained?

Tears were streaming down now, but he didn't notice until they splattered on your face. He angrily wiped them off you, which turned into a frenzy of trying to clean you. 

He ripped off his shirt and used it to rub away the blood until he could almost see the woman he could remember. The woman who would light up when he returned. Who would run into his arms, squeeze him tight, and tell him she missed him. Who told him she loved him as the last thing she said every night, even if he hardly ever responded. 

Who carried his baby.

Cold dread filled him. His baby, only two, and already their momma was gone. 

Johnny knew he wasn't a good father. He was hardly ever home, and when he was he spent more time annoyed with the kid than spending time with them. He'd get pissed when they repeated themselves, or when they'd beg for his attention, even though he knew they weren't doing it to anger him. 

And now their mother was cold, lifeless in his arms. The woman who had protected their kid on those days when he'd had enough of their whining and wanted to leave them in the woods. Who had assured him that he'd love them when they got older, and swore they were only so annoying because they didn't know any better. 

He sobbed, then. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but he was broken now. He held you tight and moaned, his body racked with tormenting pain. He hated you, but he realized he loved you even more. Only, it was too late. 

All he wanted to do was to bring you back even just for a moment to tell you how much you meant to him. He told your corpse all the things you'd hoped and prayed to hear every moment of your life. 

He said he wished he would've treated you better. He told you he loved you and he'd never again take you for granted. 

And there you lay, like all the times you'd told him you loved him and he responded with silence or distain. For the first time, he felt how you felt every moment of your life. 

He loved you even if you never returned the sentiment again. He loved you, even though you could never love him back. 

He loved you, but it'd always be too late.

[milkratz]

Ghost is pale.

For a British person, it wasn't groundbreaking. But Ghost was borderline unnaturally pale. For how often they spent their time outside, in the heat of foreign deserts with the sun bearing down on them, the slight bit of skin that ever showed basically glowed in the light of the sun; Never tanning, though Soap did tease him for the way his flesh turned an angry, vibrant red when it stayed in the sun too long.

It was one thing, to lay in bed with Ghost's arms wrapped tightly around Soap's weight, the heat and pressure of him against his back comforting, to trace the blue of his veins down his forearm, watch the way they dipped behind the clean lines of his tatted arm.

It was one thing to watch the way Ghost's neck turned red when he blushed, the slight peak of it on his cheeks when his mask was pulled up just enough. The way his eyes, dark enough to be black, contrasted his skin, his borderline whitish platinum hair. He was ethereal in a ghostly way, the way the light caught on his delicate features. Like Lucifer, the way Ghost was illuminated in the rays of sun.

But it was another thing entirely for Soap to see Ghost's mottled skin after a mission. The bruises like black brush strokes on a clean, white canvas. The red splashes of broken blood cells while the rest of the skin turned an ugly blueish green, the tints of yellow. The way his scars, pinkish still despite the years of healing, still stood out. How the fresh cuts and scratches from scrapes in the field always turned the darkest of red.

These were the nights where John, not Soap, sat in bed, legs tucked beneath him, tracing the uncharacteristically delicate skin of not Ghost, but Simon. He'd watch as Simon's dark eyes fluttered shut as he struggled to stay awake, the sensation of Johnny's fingertips tracing his oh so sensitive bruises, but not painful. It was like a release, drawing the poison out from his body, from his wounds.

Johnny would bring Simon's split knuckles, red and bruised, to his lips, kiss each one while his own hands massaged into the others palms. And there they would stay the night, slowly drifting to sleep, finding comfort in each other's arms. And Soap would find comfort in the paleness of Ghost's skin, the way it showed him this once infallible monster of a man, suffered the same wounds, and had the same veins running the same hot red blood through his body.

[symbologic]

Luffy vs. Zoro at Whiskey Peak

Unpopular opinion maybe, but the Luffy vs. Zoro clash in Whiskey Peak made sense for their characters. You could even argue that it was bound to happen, given their personalities.

Luffy likes the people who feed him. In the the face of their suffering, no matter who's responsible, he's too angry to concern himself with the reasons behind it. Zoro, on the other hand, prefers to handle things independently without saying much about it, especially if it means his crew gets to enjoy themselves a little longer

So it's not really surprising that Luffy would be blindsided by finding their hosts cut up by his swordsman, and that this would send him flying into a fit of rage. If he's never paused to listen to context or backstories before now, why would he start here? And of course, Zoro is not the type to back down from a challenge. He will match Luffy's energy and respond in kind

"But if Luffy were a good captain, he would have stopped to listen to Zoro's side of the story." Vivi tells him he's a bad captain two arcs later, precisely because of this kind of behavior. It clearly leaves an impression on Luffy, and we see he's grown into a better leader by the time he reaches Amazon Lily. (Almost as if Oda set all this development up on purpose with Whiskey Peak. HMM...)

"But Luffy refused to believe that Nami had killed Usopp in Arlong Park." This argument is like comparing apples to oranges. Nami did not actually do the murder that Johnny and Yosaku claim they saw, nor is she capable of killing people in cold blood. Of course Luffy isn't going to believe Nami killed Usopp based on hearsay. But in Whiskey Peak, Zoro did cut those bounty hunters. Luffy sees the evidence for himself, and he knows the carnage Zoro is capable of inflicting once he puts his mind to it. There is no denying what happened. Nothing other than Zoro saying "someone else did this" (or Nami knocking the soul out of him) was going to stop Luffy from going ballistic

"Why would Luffy fight so hard to recruit Zoro into his crew, firmly believing that he wasn't a bad person, only to later attack him because he believed Zoro was capable of harming 'innocent' people?" Because the fight was never about whether their hosts were "innocent" or not, not really. Their fight was about what Zoro did (assaulting the ones who fed them), and how those actions made Luffy feel (mad as hell, because these people FED THEM) For Luffy, context did not actually matter at that moment in time because, for him, "they fed me" unequivocally means "they're my friend", full stop This is even shown again in Mocktown! Both when Luffy unquestioningly eats an apple from Doc Q, and when Bellamy buys Luffy a drink in Mocktown. In the first case, Luffy only lived because he was lucky. And in the second case, he assumes Bellamy is a good person despite all evidence to the contrary, only to have his face brutally smashed into the bartop by Bellamy. Luffy is shockingly bad at reading people who try to feed him.

Luffy has interpersonal conflicts with all the core members from East Blue at different times. The fight with Zoro is the only one instigated by Luffy. But surprisingly, their fight highlights their similarities instead of their differences. They still fight equally and work together against BW agents who try to interfere with their fight.

I think that's what Oda wanted to showcase with this scene.

In short, Luffy's initial anger stemmed from his protectiveness towards those who have fed him, while Zoro's actions were driven by his dedication to the crew and subsequent refusal to back down from Luffy's challenge. It was a clash resulting from miscommunication and misunderstanding, something that is not typically a problem for them — until it suddenly becomes one When all is said and done, they're both quick to forgive and forget. This, too, is fitting for both their characters. From that point onward, Zoro continues to demonstrate that Luffy's trust is not misplaced. And Luffy never, ever doubts Zoro again after this

[moody-alcoholic]

Second to last Chapter :'(

Aw man I can't believe this is almost over. Here is the second to last sneak peak I will ever do for this fic.

Enjoy and as always; check out the fic so far HERE.

Most recent chapter: CHAPTER 14

SPOILERS

“I’m going to get some air.” I said heading for the kitchen door, it led out to an overgrown back yard. It was dark and I couldn’t see the stars, too much light pollution. I heard the door open behind me I knew it was Ghost.

“Price send you out here to make sure I’m not going to fuck things up tomorrow?” I said, I was being spiteful, he moved next to me.

“I’m not here for Price.” He says. I don’t say anything.

“You have every right to be angry we all do.” I shook my head again it was all I could do to not snap at him.

“We’re letting him get away again.” I say defeated.

“Yeah, it happens more often then you think.” He replies sighing. “Believe it or not but countries don’t want to be at war with each other all the time.”

“So they make us do all the dirty work then throw us under the bus.” I say, he pats me on the shoulder.

“Welcome to the world of counter terrorism.” I look at him he looks tired.

“What happened last time?” I asked.

“Remember the terrorist attack in Verdansk?” He asks, I scoff.

“Which one?”

“6th April 2019, bombs at a stadium and airport.”

“Makarov?” I reply, Ghost nods.

“We got him handed him over to the Russians who threw him in prison. He got busted out last November.” He explains. November 22nd was when I got word John was dead. I remember I was pulled into the Commanders office and handed his letter. The official one and his personal one. I didn’t have time to mourn we were 2 months deep into a humanitarian aid trip. When I got to the house in Scotland for the first time alone, that’s when it hit me. Then 141 broke in. I smiled a little, I guess in the end that was a good thing. I looked at Ghost he was looking up at the sky. I had never wanted to know what happened in the tunnel. Now I needed to know, I needed it to be justified even just a little that disobeying Price was the right thing.

“What happened in the tunnel?” I ask taking in a deep breath of cold air. This was going to suck. Ghost looks at me then back up at the sky. He explains the mission, there was a virus on the trains, Makarov was planning on stopping the trains then blowing the tunnel. Ghost and Gaz took one tunnel and Price and Soap took the other. Price and John found the bomb and were working on disarming it when Makarov showed up.

I hope none of you are hardcore Gaz stans

“Price called for backup in good time, we were just pinned down, Konni were throwing everything at us. By the time we made it to Price and Johnny it was too late.” His voice sounded sad as he finished the story. It felt freezing all of a sudden.

“Gunshot wound to the head right?” I ask. He nods, I move a little closer to him. I want to grab his hand but I settle for being able to feel his arm brushing against mine.

“Do you still blame yourself?” I ask quieter. He takes a big breath in.

“Everyday.” He says.

“Do you trust Price?” I ask.

“With my life.” He says without hesitation then looks down at me. I look in his eyes they’re dark burrowing into me like he’s trying to guess what I’m going to say next. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. I decided when we left for this mission I would get revenge. I thought I had nothing to lose joining 141 getting payback no matter the cost. Now everything felt wrong. Now I actually had something to lose.

“Terror never stops huh,” I say as I open my eyes, I remembering Price telling that long ago.

“If it did we’d be out of a job.” He says. I trust Price. I don’t trust Laswell, or the general. They haven’t been through this they don’t get their hands dirty. They didn’t lose a brother, a colleague, a friend. But I didn’t want to let Price down more importantly I don’t want to lose Simon. I nod.

“I’m going to go get some rest.” I say turning to head back in. He puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I feel him bend to whisper in my ear.

“You’ll get your revenge, we all will. You just have to trust the process.” I’m not sure what that means but I trust him. I nod and head up to bed ignoring Price and Gaz sat at the table sipping tea. I threw myself on a bed looking at the ceiling. I closed my eyes hoping sleep will find me quick.

[aforestescape]

simon 'ghost' riley and johnny 'soap' mctavish - where benefits start

content includes: gay sex, pet names, safe sex is great, oh and some plot

this is a prelude to them meeting you. basically background to how they met each other before x.

johnny and simon met a few years before they meet you. back when simon used to work at the door of some low level pub in the city. before simon decides to dye his hair blonde and grow out the length more. just a brown close shaved buzz that accentuates the sharp angles of his face.

johnny heads into the city for a short trip to meet up with an old buddy from college. his friend taking him to his favorite pub, decent beers and always has a game on the telly, where he meets ghost for the first time. he takes one look at the older man standing gruffly at the door, thick forearms covered in tattoos and scars and swoons.

john doesn’t waste any time in flirting. hitting on the brit shamelessly like there isn’t a small queue of people behind him waiting to get inside. he spends more nights of his trip just showing up to the pub and chatting up ghost. not even bothering to go in for a pint unless he threatens him for loitering.

on his last night there ghost isn’t working the door and johnny cant help but feel just a bit of dispair at missing such a hot piece of ass. until he enters the bar to find simon grabbing a drink inside. something simon never does, not liking to piss where he eats.

they spend less than an hour there. johnny recommending shots that lead to them fucking in the alley way. johnny groaning out in pleasure from simons rough thrusts into his ass. large scarred over hands keeping a firm grip on his waist as leverage. simon leans down to whisper in his ear, deep voicing ringing.

“you been real fuckin’ needy, haven’t you? this what you wanted? my cock up your ass to behave.”

johnny moaning and clenching around the length of simons cock, his own laying neglected against his stomach. leaking and an angry shade as it begs to be touched. his hands trying to find purchase in the concrete wall of the building across from the pub while simon fucks into him.

simon pulls out all the way, the fat head of his cock brushing johnnys rim before slamming back in. the brush of piercings along the bottom of simons length adding delicious stimulation as he fully sheathes himself.

“fuck,” johnny moans at out, head tossing back into simons shoulder.

“i asked you a question, mutt.”

johnny whines and clenches around him again. a panting mess over simons cock as he moans out a thick, “aye, needed this!”

simon rewards him by moving one hand from johns hips to his cock. using the mess of precum and smearing it for lube as he pumps his hand in time with his thrusts. simon moves his head to johnnys neck, taking a ragged breath that turns to a moan.

“that wasn’t so hard was it? keep being a good boy for me, yeah?”

if johnny was in a different state of mind he might be slightly embarrassed by the loud whine that rips through his throat. by how easily the roughness of simons voice, the delicious ache of simons thick cock in his ass, and the grip on his cock make him cum. a shudder wracking through his body as he spurts thick streams over simons hand, his lower abdomen and the wall in front of him.

moaning out expletives as simon keeps pounding away into him. moving his hand from his cock to johnnys mouth. and johnny being the good pet he is opens up for him so easily. sucking his cum off thick digits while he loses his mind to the bliss. it only takes a few more thrusts of simons hips, his head in the peak of johnnys neck as he lets out his own moans before cuming into the condom.

they stand like that for a bit, just panting and basking in the post orgasm bliss. simon pressing a kiss to johns neck and ear, murmuring soft praise. after slipping out of him and fixing their clothes johnny offers his number to simon.

they spend months between work and hanging out with friends getting to know each other. johnny taking the drive into the city or simon taking the train to the countryside where johnny lives. says he likes it better because it reminds him of his family. of where he grew up back in the thick of scotland.

meeting up and falling into a pattern that morphs arousal and desire into something deeper. months of time spent in a friends with benefits situation that only changes when johnny tells si over the phone that he’s taking a job in the city and looking for a flat.

help, i’ve no clue what to the name this series:/ i hope you enjoyed, this is basically one of my first times writing smut (or at least a coherent/complete piece) so be gentle with me

[dr-peppers-monster]

Alive, With You–Chapter 3: Time Lost, Time Gained

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Fic Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Female V

Chapter Summary: V and Johnny spend some quality time together.

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V opened her eyes slowly, the morning light pouring into her and Johnny's bedroom. She looked over at her now-husband and saw that he had already been looking at her.

"Hey, you." She whispered, her voice crackly.

"Mornin'." Johnny said, affectionately moving a piece of her hair out of her face.

"You okay?"

"Mhm. Just lookin' at you."

V smiled, but concern washed through her.

"I'm sure I'm looking in peak physical condition with my bedhead right now. Sure you're alright?"

V wiggled over to Johnny's side of the bed and cuddled into the crook of shoulder. He put his arm around her and kissed the side of her head.

"All good. Just was thinkin' about things this morning. Used to watch you sleep a lot when I was inside your head."

"And you fell in love with me anyway?" V teased.

"Somehow, despite every ugly face you made."

"Asshole." V laughed, rocking her whole body to gently shove him.

"Just...life's never been so good, ya know? Not used to it, is all. Waitin' for the other shoe to drop. For me to fuck somethin' up, like I always do."

V moved to where she was sitting up, putting her hands over one of Johnny's. She looked into his dark eyes, care and fear in them in equal measure.

"Not a fuckin' chance.” She began. “We've been to hell and back, and probably worse, to be able to just...live. Not giving’ that up for anything. I know it's hard to shake the feelin' that shit is just lurkin' around the corner, but we're allowed to be happy for once in our goddamn lives. You used to be my brainworm, now you're the one who can't get rid of me."

"Hmm." Johnny chuckled lowly. "Just hard to shake the cynicism after all this time, I guess."

V shifted to where she was sitting in Johnny's lap, her legs tucked up behind either side of her.

"We've been through a lot. You've been through a lot. It's not gonna feel better right away." She paused, her expression brightening a bit before she spoke again. "But we've both changed, Johnny. For the better. Us, the two most stubborn assholes to ever darken Night City's doorways."

Johnny put his hands on top of V's thighs, caressing them gently with his thumbs. "Since when are you Mrs. Pep Talk over here?"

"Well, the Mrs. part is recent." V said sweetly, making Johnny smile. "Almost dyin', almost...losin' you. It changes your perspective. The bullshit really didn't matter anymore. Found what really matters." She put her hand on Johnny's cheek, and he turned his face slightly to kiss her palm. "This. Us. Livin', breathin', makin' out and makin' love and all the fun shit we worked so hard to finally get to enjoy. Actually enjoy, not the shit we used to do to numb the pain or be self-destructive. I'm done being so goddamn angry all the time, so fuckin' sad. I want that for you too."

Johnny’s smile grew into a more confident one, his eyes brightening.

"Yeah, fuck bein' sad." He said firmly. "Gonna make sad our bitch."

V laughed, the sound of it making the whole room seem brighter to Johnny.

"That's my Johnny."

"Val...thanks. Know it's not always easy bein' around someone like me."

"You were forcibly stuck in my head for a year and after we got you out I still chose to be around you forever, gonkbrain. Remember? Had a whole party about it, fucked on every square inch of a hotel suite about it, remember all that?"

Johnny exhaled through his nose, grinning. "Couldn't forget."

"I'll pep talk the shit out of you as long as you need. Some days I still feel weird and shitty and sad too. But, and fuck me I am about to sound so sappy right now, I look at you and…it makes all those gross feelings go away."

"That is really, really sappy." Johnny teased her. "Go on."

"Just shut up and come here already." V said in faux exasperation, giving him a big smack of a kiss on his lips and then peppering little kisses all around his face. She then leaned over further to wrap him in a tight hug, gently caressing the back of his head. Johnny sighed deeply, his shoulders becoming less tense by the second as the two of them held one another.

When V pulled back from their embrace they shared a few quiet moments while she ran her fingers gently along his collarbone.

"Hey." She said quietly. "Always come to me about this stuff, kay? I'll do the same."

"Deal."

"Kick your ass if I find out you're sad without me."

Johnny snorted. "I'll hold you to that."

Johnny stretched his arms out above his head, and V took an opportunity to sneak in another tight hug around his waist. His arms fell gently on top of her shoulders.

"Cute when you're sappy." Johnny teased, his voice slightly muffled in her ear.

V pulled back from the hug and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Don't get used to it. Won't be this nice to you all the time."

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

"So!" V said, her turn to stretch. "What's on the Silverhand agenda today?"

"Don't know about you but I'm fuckin' starvin’." Johnny replied.

"Huh, we haven't eaten since yesterday have we?"

"Uh uh. Would kill for a cheeseburg right about now."

"Fuck that sounds good. Let's do it."

"Is Dani's Diner still around? Greasy spoon kinda' place, just before you really get out into the Badlands. Was popular when I was alive the first go-round."

"It is! God, I haven't thought about Dani's in, shit, a hot minute. If it's been around since your time you know it's an institution."

"You callin' me old, V?"

V giggled. "Bet your ancient ass I am." She draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning in close to his face. "Lucky for you, I'm super into sexy once-dead old dudes."

"Fuck it, I'll take it." Johnny said with a shrug. He closed the distance between them and kissed her until she was dizzy.

"We're never gonna get out of bed with you kissin' me like that, Mister."

"Then I'm doin' my job right." Johnny responded with a cocky smile, taking her face in his hands and kissing her again deeply.

After a quick makeout session, they finally got out of bed to start the day. V went to use the bathroom and when re-entered the bedroom she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Johnny holding Nibbles up under his arms, his legs dangling below him.

"Why are you dangling our cat?" She said, laughter still in her voice.

"This little bastard was trying to scratch up my leather jacket. Gotta learn a lesson."

"Air jail for you, bud!" V said to Nibbles.

"Remember who the real man of this house is." Johnny said to Nibbles, the cat watching him confusedly. "I'll be watchin' you."

Johnny put Nibbles down and Nibbles scampered away, entirely unfazed by the lecture and brief time served in air jail.

"Dudes with cats.” V said, leaning up against the bathroom’s doorframe. “So fucking hot."

"You're bein' way too nice to me today." Johnny said with a grin as he slipped his jacket on over his shoulders. "Don't trust it."

"Good. Keeps you sharp." V said, the movement of her lips driving Johnny wild as she spoke.

"If I wasn't halfway to starvin' to death, know I'd push your sweet ass against that door and take you right now."

"I know." V said, putting a finger under Johnny's chin. "The anticipation makes the fuck all the better later."

Johnny smiled at her proudly, adjusting the growing bulge in his tight pants before they headed out the door.

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Johnny and V took V's favorite bike for their drive out to the desert's edge. Johnny took the throttle, with V's arms wrapped around his waist. The feeling of Night City air flying past them, good tunes blasting from the radio, and his wife's warm arms wrapped tightly around him–this was Johnny's nirvana. He felt on top of the world in moments like this, so far away from the nightmare that had been his and V’s reality only been a few short months ago.

When they pulled up to the diner, Johnny pulled off his helmet and then looked over at V. She slipped her helmet off over her head, shaking her hair out around her. The way the golden sunlight hit her face, her hair shining in the breezy desert air, Johnny felt his heart skip a beat.

"You're too much, girl." He said to her, pulling her to him by her chin and planting a kiss on her lips.

"Learned it from you, baby." V said, her voice the tiniest bit raspy from the dry air. "Being too much, I mean."

"Val's got jokes today." Johnny replied as he put his arm around her shoulder. "How much time you think we got until–"

"5 minutes, tops. Let's try and grab a table first."

When they entered the sleepy roadside diner, a few heads lazily looked over at them. Truckers, local folks, the typical assortment in a place like this. 

"My stars, that is not little Johnny Linder in my diner!" An older woman said in a thick Texan accent, looking at them from across the restaurant's long counter. She was a tall woman with curly brown hair tied up in a 1950s style bandana and a 1950s style blue diner waitress dress to match.

"Ho-ly shit, Betty?" Johnny replied, pulling down his aviators in genuine suprise.
 Betty quickly wiped her hands on the towel in the pocket of her apron and approached Johnny and V.

"I suppose it's Silverhand though these days, ain't it? Big famous rockstar now.”

"Can't believe you're still workin' here." Johnny said. "S’good to see you.”

"So sorry darlin'," Betty said to V, "I was just so blown away by seein’ Johnny in my diner again that I forgot my manners! Johnny, are't you going to introduce me to this lovely young lady?"

"This is my wife, V."

"Just V?" Betty asked.

"Just V." V replied with a smile.

"Well, it sure is lovely to meet you V. Johnny here used to come into this diner all the time when he was just a teen lookin' for trouble. And a triple cheeseburger, of course."

V laughed. "Glad to see nothin's changed!"

Seeing Betty over fifty years older than he remembered hit Johnny in the gut as a reminder of the chunk of time he had lost. But it also reminded him that not everything good in the world disappears forever. Some things, like a cheeseburger at a greasy spoon in the desert, were still right there waiting for him when he got back.

"Wow, Johnny.” Betty continued. “I heard all about everything that happened to you two on the news. It all sounded too wild to be true!"

"Imagine how we feel." Johnny replied with a small grin, crossing his arms in front of him.

“If you don’t mind me askin,” V began, “Who’s Dani?”

“Dani is my momma!” Betty said with a big smile. “God rest her soul, been passed some 20 years now. Ran this place like a well oiled machine. This place was her baby, and now it’s mine.”

“Sounds like she was a real force of nature.” V said admiringly.

"She sure was, honey!” Betty said proudly. “Well, well, I could take your ear off all day. Let's get y'all sat and fed. Come on kids!"

V felt a distinct fondness for Betty immediately, her demeanor a far departure from the people she was used to interacting with.

The couple placed their orders and when Betty walked away, V couldn’t help but notice a faraway look in Johnny’s eyes.

“She was, Christ, maybe 20, 25 when I saw her last?” Johnny said quietly. “This lost time is fuckin’ me up right now.”

“I can imagine how weird that must be. Probably nice to see a familiar face though huh?”

“Strangely enough, it is. Not a lotta people I can say were honestly just nice for the sake of it, ‘specially in Night City. Betty’s good people.”

“Who’s the sap now, Mr. Silverhand?” V teased.

Johnny smiled, and then craned his head a bit to one side.

“Are they here?” V said with an annoyed sigh.

“They’re here. Smile pretty.”

A group of 5 different newscasters and their accompanying photo drones burst through the diner’s doorway, beelining towards the couple.

“Johnny! V! You’re the hottest couple in Night City! Just a few quick questions! Everyone in the city wants to know!” The reporter who got to them first yelled.

Johnny was about to stand up to confront them when V motioned for him to stop.

“Let me handle this one.”

Johnny smiled knowingly and sat back. V was smart, resourceful, and unpredictable. He loved to watch her work.

“Seems a bit rude to interrupt newlyweds on a lunch date, hmm?” V said to the reporter. “I’ll make you a deal.”

Before the reporter could say anything, she was startled by the sound of all of the camera drones belonging to the wave of reporters behind her fizzling out and crashing to the ground in an instant.

“O-okay.” The reporter said in a shaky voice.

“Take a nice chunk’a eddie’s from your editor’s budget and put it in this fine establishment’s tip jar. In exchange, you get to take one picture and I won’t fry your expensive drone like I have all to all the ones behind you. I’m only bein’ nice to you because you pushed through a lotta people to get here first, and that takes some guts.”

Johnny felt his heart pound wildly in his chest watching V do her thing, his bubbly wife turning stone cold the second she re-entered her merc mindset.

“That…seems reasonable.” The reporter said, clearing her throat. “Eddies sent. We good?”

“Fine.”

The reporter gave them a ten second countdown. V sat down next to Johnny, planted a less than PG kiss on his lips and flipped off the camera behind her. Johnny followed suit with his own middle finger, giving the reporters quite a memorable photo indeed.

“Fantastic.” The reporter said, gratitude mixed with fear in her voice. “Thank you, you two.”

“Have a nice day.” V said with a sickeningly sweet fake smile and high pitched voice.

The reporters all left the building and Johnny looked over at his wife, impressed and massively turned on.

“You get me so fuckin’ hot when you do shit like that.” Johnny growled in her ear before kissing the edge of her jawline.

“Interrupting my cheeseburger date with my husband? Fuck ‘em.” V responded, crossing her arms victoriously.

“Wow, that was some way to clear out some nuisances!” Betty said as she approached their table with their food. “‘Preciated the tip, too!” She added with a wink.

“Least I could do, Betty.” V replied apologetically. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“Dealt with worse than some vulture Night City reporters in my day. Some impressive netrunnin’ you did to those drones there, Miss V.”

“She’s one of the best to ever do it.” Johnny said proudly, stretching his arms out behind his head.

“Thank you.” V said. “I have very little patience for people like that.”

“Well you sure got rid of em lickety split! Enjoy your burgers, Mr. & Mrs.”

V and Johnny took bites out of their burgers and there was a few moments of blissful silence.

“Fuck, this is so good.” V finally said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“As good as I remember.” Johnny replied.

“Can’t promise I’m not gonna fall asleep on your shoulder on the ride back.” V joked.

As they were finishing their food, V’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she checked it to see a text from Kerry.

“You two crazy kids!! 😆 Nice pic on the Net!”

Attached to the text was the picture of V and Johnny the reporter had taken.

“Damn, they work fast.” V said with a satisfied grin, showing the photo to Johnny.

“That’s a sexy fuckin’ couple right there.” Johnny replied. “Should frame that one.”

“Bet your ass.” V flirted.

“Gotta give em somethin to talk about!” V replied to Terry. She was about to put her phone away when a few more texts popped up:

Panam Palmer: “You guys are gross 😜 Come visit us sometime!”

River Ward: “Warn me so I can cover my eyes next time, V 😂”

Dino Donivic: “You sexy motherfuckers! Fuck the press! 🤘”

El Capitán: “Qué caliente, mamita! Looks like retirement is treating you well 🔥🔥”

V laughed as her phone pinged over and over.

“We’re bad influences, it seems.” She said, looking mischievously at Johnny.

Johnny shrugged proudly. “Got a reputation to uphold.”

“Got a reputation for bein’ a real showstopper in the sack too.” V said, keeping her voice low. “Gonna uphold that for me later too?”

Johnny felt his skin tingling as V flirted shamelessly with him, watching the way every word poured from her lips like honey.

“Time to go.” Johnny said quickly, and V laughed as they both quickly scooted out of the booth.

“Check’s covered Betty, keep the change.” Johnny said as him and V linked hands and started walking towards the exit.

“Everything was amazing!” V added.

“Thank you sweetie pie. Come back and see me again soon, okay Silverhands?” 

“Will do!” V said, giving Betty a small wave before they rushed out the door.

Betty smiled all she watched the couple leave, then looked down at her register to see the payment V and Johnny had made. To her shock, the “change” Johnny had left was 25,000 eddies.

“Knew there was a good boy in there.” Betty said was a grateful smile.

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V and Johnny arrived home, and walked upstairs to their bedroom. Their top floor had an open balcony where they could see out their home’s large windows and the ground floor below. V leaned back against the railing and put her arms around Johnny’s neck.

“I saw that tip you left at the diner. My Johnny, being so sweet and generous. That really gets me going.” 

Johnny pulled her in closer to him by her waist. “Gonna do somethin’ about it, or–“

“Shut the fuck up–“ V interrupted him, crashing her lips into his and setting his mind instantly ablaze. They were all over each other in an instant, fingers on skin and clothes flying every which way.

V pushed Johnny up against the railway and kissed him down from his lips, to his chin, his neck, down his chest and as she moved further and further down Johnny inhaled sharply in anticipation.

V got on her knees and looked up into Johnny’s eyes as she licked along the length of his erection.

“Fuck, V–“ Johnny groaned, leaning back on the railing for stability.

“You taste so good, baby.” V hummed, taking his tip into her mouth and skillfully maneuvering her tongue around it.

V put one of her hands up on the v line of Johnny’s hips, running her fingers along his body. Johnny felt a delicious chill flow through him as his senses went into overdrive.

Johnny looked down into V’s eyes, her gaze set aglow by a sunbeam passing into the room. She looked at him like he was everything he ever wanted. He felt the need in her eyes, and he needed her just as badly

V worked him with her lips and tongue, moving deeper and faster as he responded to her touch. He moaned, grabbing the top of her head with his organic hand. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter as he writhed in pleasure above her.

“So fucking good–“ Johnny choked out. “Don’t wanna finish yet. C’mere, turn around.”

V popped Johnny out of her mouth like a lollipop and smiled ravenously at him as she stood up. He flipped her around so her body was bent in half over the railing and quickly slipped into her from behind.

“Ah, god baby you fill me up so nice–“ V moaned.

Johnny smacked her ass with his chrome hand, wrapping his organic hand around her jaw as he thrusted into her. He put his hand near her lips and she took one of his fingers into her mouth, biting it gently.

“God damn, you’re fucking perfect–“ Johnny sighed between ragged breaths.

V felt the railing press into her just below her ribs, the slight pain only adding to the beautiful sensory overload she was experiencing.

Johnny angled V’s head around back to him with the hand around her jaw, and their lips met in a crooked, messy kiss.

They gasped into one another’s mouths, both of them rapidly approaching their climaxes.

To V’s surprise, Johnny pulled out of her. He turned her around to face him and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the railing. He used his chrome hand to keep her safely balanced on the railing, and then put himself back inside of her. He wrapped his organic arm around her waist and pulled her in close as he regained his pace, their lips finding each other once again.

V’s moans turned into frenzied cries of pleasure, scratching her nails down Johnny’s back as he ravaged her. He knew they’d leave a mark. And he couldn’t get enough.

“That’s my girl. Scream for me.” Johnny groaned into her ear.

“Fuck baby, Johnny fuck fuck fuck!” V cried out as her orgasm rocked through her, every nerve in her body on fire.

Johnny’s climax soon followed, burying his face in her shoulder as wave after wave of sweet release washed through him.

V moved Johnny’s messy hair out of his face and devoured his lips with hers, desperate for more and more of him.

Johnny lifted V up from the railing and laid her down gently on their bed nearby, positioning himself on top of her as they continued to kiss like their lives depended on it.

When they finally pulled apart for air, Johnny landed with a loud thwump beside her. V immediately took his hand in hers, linking their fingers tightly together. Johnny lifted V’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“You’re so good.” V said, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she worked on catching her breath.

“I am, aren’t I.” Johnny replied, a crooked grin on his face.

V smacked Johnny in the chest with her free arm, making him laugh.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He said, looking over at her with his big brown eyes as he kissed her hand again.

“Mhm, don’t puppy dog eyes me.”

“Know you can’t resist.”

“Fuck off.“ V laughed. “…hate that you’re right.”

“Know you got me wrapped around your finger, girl.” Johnny said, his tone softening. “Pisses me off how down bad I am.”

“Being in love is so fucking annoying right?” V joked. “We’re supposed to be these cool independent badasses and then we just had to go and fall in love with each other.”

“Truly tragic.” Johnny teased, stretching his arm out for V to cuddle up to him. She quickly did just that, resting her arm across his chest.

“You wouldn’t trade it for anything.” V said sweetly.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll keep ya around.” Johnny responded, kissing her forehead.

The room grew quiet, save for the thumping rhythm of their still-racing heartbeats.

“Johnny?” V said, so quietly it was nearly inaudible.

“Hm?”

“Just…love you. A whole lot. Mean it.”

Johnny put his hand under V’s chin and lifted her face up to kiss her. This kiss was gentle, romantic, devoted.

“Love you, my Valerie. Always. Mean it.”

V smiled so brightly that Johnny couldn’t help but smile himself. Love looked good on both of them.

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[therealslimshakespeare]

This is a massive plot point in the future because -indeed what is to stop them?

marinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

the potential for smith angst never ends

Never ends. Uhem-

ROUG DRAFT || Sneak Peak || TWC warnings apply

“Major?”

Gale itched at the bridge of his nose, his own sweat drying there. “This hasn’t got a damn thing to do with your pain tolerance.” he reminded, “Or that -that fuckin’ little hammer.” they both allowed a moment of disgust to pass between them before he went on, hands on his hips and all the old bearing he could summon, “Brady, he’s goin’ for our minds, you know that. Better than me. This hasn't got shit to do with pain and I need to know-“ Gale sniffed, rough and angry, rather like a bull himself, eyes frustrated and wild like Johnny had never really seen them, “Jack, I need to know what else. Because, he’s not gonna stop here. S’not gonna be just little hammers till we get out. He’s gonna want more and more and there’s not shit we can do besides-“

When he failed to submit to the reality of it all verbally, Johnny muttered it for him- “Besides give it. So they don’t have to. Any of them.”

“Yeah.” Gale’s jaw kept ticking but his maddened eyes were sagging with fatigue, “You in this? Really in this? For whatever they push? Because I’m not sure two American boys like us can think up what they might ask. And when they do I need to know.” The bitterest look crossed his face before he added, “I wish I coulda spared you. I’d like to have, liked to have had you gone for a lotta reasons but, it’s not to be, so, are you in?”

Brady was already looking at him with more than agreement, more even than resolve, there was a fatigued compassion there that Gale didn’t know how the kid had retained through months of this. “To the bitter fuckin’ end, sir.”

[msfbgraves]

Outside of Daniel and Terry who were great as always, this was a truly terrible season, THE worst lol.

Johnny was truly horrible with his "suPpoRt DeVoN aND mIGgy dUriNG thIS DiFficULt time" but never did ANYTHNG to support HIS OWN SON. Like, he did NOTHING FOR ROBBY. Robby is struggling so badly and has no one to turn to and his OWN DAD is like "lOl roBbY wHooO???" Johnny is a terrible character and has been gaslighting himself and everyone else from SEASON 1! FUCK Johnny!

They ruined Chozen in every way by making him into this drunk, boorish loser who randomly hooks up with the enemy (another flat, annoying character and another poorly written female character). Chozen was so OOC I felt like I was watching badly written fanfic come to life. What the FUCK! I am so sorry, Chozen. You deserved so much better.

Kreese was just plain embarrassing, my god. Every time he was on screen I cringed. He should have died in S5 and I stand by that. Everything he did was mortifying and humiliating. He is way too old to be acting the fool. He needs to be in a retirement home having angry dreams.

Robby...LOL. The writers said fuck you! we don't care about you AT ALL lol! and then he got supremely fucked by the narrative in every single way. God. And of course NO SCENES with him and Daniel because flawed as Daniel was, he did so much for Robby--way more than Johnny ever did for him. Daniel and Robby had wonderful chemistry and the writers are so scared of that.

The Sekai Taikai is boring and overlong and just ridiculous in every way. All the new characters are dull, flat, and have incredibly forced and tropy "chemistry" with the OG characters. They are the definition of Shonen Manga Stock Bullies. They're like parodies of character tropes at this point. If someone told me CK6 was satire, I would have believed them.

S6: Let's make Daniel have an emotional breakdown again because why not hahahaha! BTW, Johnny is cool and perfect and a REAL MAN! BE LIKE HIM!!111!1 Johnny is absolutely not wrong ever, but Daniel is evil and flawed and ALWAYS wrong OF COURSE1!111!!

Annoying little brat Devon gets a pep talk from Johnny (another huge LMAO!!!) and gets away scot free with all she's done?? While Kenny still has to deal with the bullying he'll surely face back home?? What the fuck?

Carmen...DEAR GOD. This is the woman who raised a sweet kid by herself in a new country. She learned a new language, escaped from a terrible man, built a career and took really good care of both her mom and her boy. And then she, responsible, smart, kind Carmen--gets knocked up by a deadbeat, drunk loser who has held a grudge over a high school karate tournament for 30+ YEARS, blames everyone (especially poor Daniel who is his personal punching bag) but himself for how shitty his own life is, doesn't have a proper career or a steady job AT 50+ YEARS OLD, is in and out of trouble constantly, behaves like every negative stereotype of Ugly American even while IN the States, gets (Carmen's) son in trouble, does shit all for his own son, and...THIS IS THE MAN CARMEN GETS KNOCKED UP BY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Carmen, who WORKS IN HEALTHCARE and has ACCESS TO BIRTH CONTROL!!!!! You cannot make this shit up!!!!!!!

This show is truly garbage. It was excellent in S1 and S2, I thoroughly enjoyed S3, S4 and S5 were Karate Star Wars and got stupid (but still entertaining) and S5 it should have ended, peaking with the relationship between Terry and Daniel and the death of Kreese. S6 is embarrassing and cringe.

The best parts were TERRY FUCKING SILVER who is played with such devastating charm and skill by Thomas that you can't help but love him. And he's hot as fuck so there's that too!

Daniel is of course hated by the writers, but that doesn't take away from the fact that HE'S BEEN RIGHT FROM THE START OF THIS FUCKING SHOW and he's a good, kind, sweet, hardworking man who happens to have a quick temper, can be prone to hot-headedness, and be (gasp) less than perfect. Of course, for these oh-so-terrible sins, he must be punished and also constantly fucked by the narrative. Jokes on them, because Daniel can be proven to be right and correct 95% of the time, and remains a decent, good man who can admit when he's wrong (UNLIKE CERTAIN BLOND FUCKS).

I'm just here for Terry and Daniel!

Cobra Kai S6 is a fever dream of how a middle aged man with the emotional range of a young teenage boy would WANT the world to work, not how any human being would reasonably behave. Many men have written stories like this over the centuries and have been called geniuses; many women have written their versions - like Twilight - and have been called airheads, but anyway, it's all pure id at this point. I keep saying that TIG meanwhile writes his own part before signing on, because somehow I keep finding nuances in his character, like a compulsion to repeat his trauma with cages and a deep aversion to killing (which is interesting because I really do wonder what he meant to do to Kreese if not kill him).

You do have to give it to them that there are moments of awe inspiring insanity sprinkled throughout.